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Bad hair day

Last night the Schmidts finally made it to the Hennepin County Service Center to complete step one (passports) for the Mexico Spring Break adventure.

It was all going so well until little man stuck his hand in front of the camera while a rather joyless fellow traveler was getting their photo taken. No one else thought it was as funny as I did. However I did not express my true feelings for fear they would tack on an extra $13 for retakes for a person we would never see again. They charge you for every little thing.

The only tragedy was the outcome of AE's photo. She was NOT pleased with the results. Her hair was "winging out" and not acceptable. The woman behind the counter was not about to take another.

Poor AE. Her father tried to console her as best as a father can. He told her, "Don't worry. You only have to live with the photo for five years. By the time you turn 13 you can get another and by then you will really be in the middle of your awkward stage."

His words were not well received, AE burst into tears and finally came out of the photo funk this morning. Need to work with DLS on what to say to an almost 9 year old starting to deal with hormones. Drama.

Comments

Karen said…
Oh, I so feel for her. I have a horrible, butchy-psychopath looking photo that I have had to live with for seven, count 'em SEVEN years, three of those spent traveling through Europe. It's awful, poor girl. Those people have no soul, I think they get a sick satisfaction out of ruining young lives.
DeAnn said…
Oh, I feel for her! I too have that awful looking photo that I hated as a kid! And I can relate to the drama! My 7 yr old could make it in soap operas I swear!

Yes, I finally got this working again...I am so glad. You'll be hearing from me lots more.
bobbione8y said…
my fourth grade school photo had a weird cowlick, with my pointy plastic brown glasses and my red plaid jumper.

not my best moment.

however, i have had WORSE since then.

:)

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